Name: Jack “Black Jack” O’Hare
Codename: Black Jack
Birthday: March 27, 1997
Height: 5' 11" (180 cm)
Weight: 158 lbs (72 kg)
Hair / fur color: Black and dark brown
Eye color: Hazel
Relatives: Penelope O’Hare (Mother), Michael “The Mysterious Michael” Leroux (Father)
Lagomorph: Jack resembles a rabbit, including black and dark brown fur over his whole body, elongated ears and padded feet. He has sensitive hearing and a sensitive olfactory system.
Slight of Hand, or Stage Magic: Growing up among stage magicians, Jack learned a lot of slight of hand magic tricks, including coin and card tricks, as well as larger stage magic illusions. For pocket money he would sometimes perform street magic on the Las Vegas strip.
Cold Readings: Along with magic tricks, Jack was also taught on how to do cold readings on people.
Oversensitive senses: Jack's sensitive olfactory system causes him to pick up pheromones very quickly, which misleads him trying to build relationships with any person, whether the person is single or already in a relationship. This had unfortunately lead up to many previous altercations.
From an LVPD tape recorder.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
The tape recorder clicks. Someone laughing.
“Fine, fine, I’m white.”
“Caucasian. Male. Jack, do you know what happened today?”
“Would you care to tell me?”
“Jack, tell me what happened.”
“Not until you say please.”
The tape clicks again.
“Okay, geeze, no sense of humour at all. Fine, okay. Um, you lot arrested my dad I believe.”
“Do you know for what?”
“Yup. He took advantage of idiots with money. Not his fault people don’t look after their money.”
“He conned those people out of their money.”
“No, that’s what you think. What he really did was get a bunch of people together who were looking for a quick buck. No such thing as a quick buck.”
“And why do you say that?”
“This is Vegas, the only thing that happens here is losing a quick buck. Those people took a gamble and they lost. Easy as that.”
“Gambling suggests a chance to win.”
“Next you’re going to tell me you can win at the casinos as well.”
“Heeey, you know I’m right.”
“Do you have any other family other than your father?”
“Yes occifer, I have a mother.”
“Officer. Where is she?”
“In the looney bin.”
“New Mexico Behavioural Institute.”
“Okay. And can you tell me why she’s there?”
“Well she tried to ‘cure’ me using magic. Things kind of went downhill from there.”
“When was she committed to the hospital?”
“Eight years ago, it was easter, eggs, children and a lawnmower was involved. I’d rather not get into the details, still trying to live that down.”
“You’re a bit cocky, aren’t you?”
“More than you know.”
Another male’s voice is heard.
“Jack O’Hare. Heh. O’Hare. Kid’s got a folder.”
Something gets placed on the table and the other person walks away.
“Jack O’Hare.... looks like you were telling the truth. Black Jack?”
“Nickname, I like cards. Either that or because my name is Jack.”
“Says here you were picked up several times at night by police cruisers. No arrests though.”
“That’s because I wasn’t breaking the law.”
“Then why were you picked up in 2007, four times in 2008, twice in 2009, twice again in 2010, three times in 2011, three again in 2012, and once in 2013?”
“Because the popo doesn’t trust a guy in a black bunny costume that walks around in the middle of the night.”
“Why were you walking around at night?”
“I’m covered in black fur, and this is Las Vegas, which is in the middle of a desert. I stay indoors until the sun’s low and the fun is high. Nocturnal, baby, all night long.”
An older male’s voice sighing.
“And now you’re eighteen, and your father is arrested. Do you have someplace to go?”
“Yeah, I got some friends where I can stay over until my dad gets released.”
“Kid, your dad will be in jail for weeks, maybe a month before his hearing comes around.”
“Ah. Well, guess I’ll be staying around with a lot of friends then. Hey I got a question.”
A chair can be heard moving.
“Do they know you’re making some money on the side?”
“Don’t worry, I’m not telling anyone yet.”
“Where the hell did you hear about that?”
“I find it funny that you didn’t even deny it.”
“Of course I’m not taking bribes.”
“Of course you’re not, officer... wink wink. You might want to get a cheaper looking watch though, that thing screams money. Same goes for those glasses in your pocket and that shiny pen you’re using.”
“This watch is a gift from my wife.”
“Wife or girlfriend? That wedding ring of yours been shifted so many times, you got a tan mark on your other hand’s ring finger.”
“And the sunglasses are police department issued.”
The younger voice snorted.
“Police, yeah, department issued? If we were on CSI Miami, then yeah, but those are bloody expensive. And I’m guessing you got the pen from someone rich from Golden Sands casino. Recognize that little fancy hourglass sign on it. Hey, wasn’t that place in the newspaper the other day? Some kind of charges being dropped and it was supposed to be run by the mob-“
“Shut it you little freak shit!”
“Whoa, someone’s a little angry.”
“You say a word to anyone, then I’m not the one you have to worry about. How long do you think daddy would last if his charges suddenly double? Now shut the fuck up.”
“Look, I’m sure we can figure something out here, you just let me go my way, and I won’t tell anyone that you’re working for the mob.”
The sound of chairs being moved and something hitting the desk, then the crackling and smashing of the recording machine falling to the ground.
“Rodney, what the hell man!? What the hell are you doing? Let him go!”
Movement can be heard until things got settled.
“Excuse me sir, can I go now?”
“Yeah, we got everything we need... Rodney, give me his papers.”
Sounds of papers being shifted and moved around.
“Oh, sir, the tape thing dropped, let me get that for you.”
A clicking sound.
“And I’m guessing that’s how you got your hands on the tape?” Asked the man.
Jack nodded, showing his hands, turning them around, then suddenly holding a Jack of Aces and a Jack of Clubs in each hand.
“You stole police property.”
“I did not! I was protecting it. You really think that tape would survived a day in Occifer Rodney’s care?”
“Officer Rodney... and no.” The man looked at Jack’s father’s Record of Arrest and Prosecution sheet. “So you’re willing to give it back, if we drop the charges?”
“Hey, it’s good evidence. Plus a small offence criminal compared to a policeman being bribed by the mob, you’re getting the better deal here.”
“How about we bring down the charges, your dad only does two years in prison, and I won’t arrest you for stealing police property.”
“Yeah that sounds good too. Where do I sign?”
“We’ll organise the forms in a minute. Now are you sure you don’t want a lawyer to look over everything? You’re kind of young to be handling all of this, aren’t you?”
“Nah, I trust you. You look like the honest type. Do you guys have any donuts around here? I could do with a little celebrating. Hey, that chick at the front desk, think I can get her number? She’s kind of hot.”
“She’s married, mother of two and twice your age.”
“So you’re saying I have to ask her myself?”
The guy rolled his eyes. “We got some bagels, coffee, tea and other drinks in the kitchen, and I think there’s still some carrot cake left... um... No offence meant.”
Jack blinked, “What do you mean?”